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there is a man outside yelling at air, and I think he's yelling at Tabatha the leaf. me and my friends have a leaf named Tabatha, and we raise it. I went outside to yell at him for screaming at my tabatha but he was gone. late that day, I made the conclusion that I am Tabatha, and that the man yelling at me was a FIGment of my imagination. am I real?

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空中で叫んでいる男がいて、彼は葉でTabathaを叫んでいると思う。私と私の友人はTabathaという名前の葉を持っています。私は外に出て、私のタバタで叫んで彼に叫んだが、彼は行っていなかった。その日遅く、私はTabathaであり、私に叫んでいる男は私の想像力の象徴であるという結論を下しました。私は元気？

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There is a man screaming in the air, I think he is shouting Tabatha with leaves. Me and my friend have a leaf named Tabatha. I went outside and cried out to him at my Tabata, but he did not go. Later that day, I am Tabatha and the man shouting to me is my imagination

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空中で叫んでいる男がいる。私は彼がTabathaに葉を叫んでいると思う。私と私の友人はTabathaという葉を持っています。私は外に出て、私の田畑で彼に叫んだが、彼は行かなかった。その後、その日、私はTabathaです。そして、私に叫ぶ男は私の想像力です

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There is a man screaming in the air. I think he is shouting leaves to Tabatha. Me and my friend have a leaf called Tabatha. I went outside and cried to him in my field, but he did not go. Then that day, I am Tabatha. And the man who shouts at me is my imagination

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空中で叫ぶ男がいる。私は彼がTabathaに葉を叫んでいると思う。私と私の友人はTabathaと呼ばれる葉を持っています。私は外に出て、自分のフィールドで彼に叫んだが、彼は行っていなかった。その日、私はTabathaです。そして私に叫ぶ男は私の想像力です

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There is a man shouting in the air. I think he is shouting leaves to Tabatha. Me and my friend have a leaf called Tabatha. I went outside and cried to him in my field, but he did not go. That day, I am Tabatha. And the man who shouts at me is my imagination

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空中に叫ぶ男がいる。私は彼がTabathaに葉を叫んでいると思う。私と私の友人はTabathaと呼ばれる葉を持っています。私は外に出て、自分のフィールドで彼に叫んだが、彼は行っていなかった。その日、私はTabathaです。そして私に叫ぶ男は私の想像力です

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There is a man shouting in the air. I think he is shouting leaves to Tabatha. Me and my friend have a leaf called Tabatha. I went outside and cried to him in my field, but he did not go. That day, I am Tabatha. And the man who shouts at me is my imagination